Reborn as a beautiful girl, I want to be the best in the world

A secret door on the left slowly opened. The stairs extending downwards were endless in the darkness at the bottom and were too steep and high, so I could only take one step at a time.

Narrow scratches as deep as a joint can be found on the rough cement walls on both sides, and gray unknown liquid has dried and condensed in the corners. If you look closely, you can also find dents caused by brute force at high places - the evolved species here use a rough way to declare their territory.

If you descend slowly, you can feel the prosperity or desolation above disappear as the secret door closes. After descending to the bottom, you have to wait for the rusty iron door with a skull carved on it to open.

Then, when you walk in, the solid wood floor and the creepy murals above your head catch your eye. Above you are a group of snakes overlapping and intertwining like weeds, which are too conspicuous. Monsters of all colors are playing minor-key music noisily, turning the basement into a pantheon of demons with their unique noise.

The sticky and slippery gelatinous humanoid wrapped around the square cup and gestured to an elderly bird-headed guy. In the center, a bear was performing a fancy way of eating a banana, while the lizardman closest to the demon king was grinding his scales with a file. The most normal couple was a white-haired girl with rabbit ears in the depths of the hall. Opposite the rabbit girl was a mature woman with dark skin.

"Blood clan? Huh?

"The tall lizard man spoke with a shrill voice and a leaky noise."

"Only monsters are welcome here"

“I can’t tell the difference”

"Your gifts outweigh our punishments, but ours do the opposite"

“Only appearance?”

"It's like this in my case." The lizard man looked around and smiled. "My tongue tastes a lot of disgust directed at you."

Just as he described, the Demon King saw the ancient tribes around him turning their heads to look at me, some even with more than one pair of eyes.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I'm sorry."

The lizard man tried to reach out his claw-like hand to slap the demon king's shoulder, but it stopped in the air for half a second before retracting. "Don't apologize for being superior, it's just that you should leave."

"I'm looking for someone, that person"

"It just so happens that your prey doesn't belong to us and I also know the information, but I can only tell you if you win. You are too young, and I hope you can live a few more days." The lizard man sighed, picked up a whiskey bottle from the ground beside him, and pinched the bottle cap with two fingers to unscrew it. "Just give up, you can live like a normal person, which is very precious."

The orange liquor in the bottle fell, but the lid was not unscrewed. Then the liquid with the smell of alcohol flowed out from between the lizard man's jagged teeth. In the blink of an eye, the liquor inside disappeared out of thin air and reappeared out of thin air in his mouth.

He hoped that the Demon King would die later, so the Demon King also hoped that the Lizard Man would be smart enough so that he would know that what was in his mouth could be alcohol, blood in his veins, or perhaps a torn heart.

"I win," I said.

The huge lizardman in front of the Demon King laughed like he was dragging a steel pipe, and the brass chandeliers that spread like treetops in the underground hall began to tremble.

"it is good"

The Demon King returned to the Demon Castle with a blank expression on his face. She still looked cold, but she no longer looked at the portrait.

Life went on as usual, and Fran had no idea what happened to the Demon King.

Miss Demon King is going to the Deep Mist Forest to check some necessary magic circle nodes.

As usual, Fran had to follow her. In fact, except for one day a week when she could choose to hang out and spend time with Miss Demon King in the library, she basically stayed with her all the time, whether she was eating or sleeping, or waiting at the door when she was taking a bath.

In the past, they tied her hands and dragged her along, but Miss Demon King stopped doing that later on. After all, it was tiring to drag her along, and it seemed that there was no possibility for Fran to escape at the moment.

There is actually no fog in the Deep Fog Forest, but it is very dark, super dark, and there are illusions overflowing from too much magic power.

It is said that these fantasies will reflect the most vulnerable part of the human heart, but every time Fran came in with the Demon King, she would only see a heroic girl with white hair, or a mature woman sleeping in a coffin.

Fran began to feel a headache.

She had to keep her full attention on Miss Demon so as not to get lost, and at the same time she had to be careful not to trip.

Miss Demon King suddenly stopped, and Fran almost bumped into her.

"Give me your hand."

"...?"

Fran is the kind of person who has all kinds of bold and exaggerated ideas in her head, but actually becomes extremely shy when she really has the chance.

"Give me your hand. No need to ask for the third time, right?"

Miss Demon King didn’t actually think too much about it. She forgot to bring her sword, and she always felt uncomfortable without holding something in her hands.

However, it is still safe because Miss Demon King will not use Fran as a sword, and Fran cannot withstand it.

The hands of Fran and Miss Demon King are not very smooth. Years of using swords have left calluses all over the inside of their palms. Although they cannot be considered rough, they are definitely not smooth either. They can even be said to be a bit hard.

But Miss Demon King's hands were very hot, really hot, the kind that would make people suspect they had a fever.

For some reason, Xifeng felt that she could push the envelope a little.

A little bit.

It turns out that the body temperature of vampires is so warm.

There are many races in the Demon King's Castle.

There are humans, demons over two meters and five inches tall, all kinds of elves, orcs and the like. If you fish privately or walk on the lawn, you can also see angry mermaids or fairies.

This place is better than the Royal City. Before the Magician was "captured", the Druid lady actually spoke highly of this place.

Although there are no beautiful sights worth visiting or any meaningful places, the fact that multiple races converge here is already a stunning thing.

The druid lady’s favorite place to go is naturally the tavern, because for various reasons, mainly because she is a little greedy, Xifeng also goes with her.

Fran can drink a lot more than Miss Demon King, and she is considered a good drinker among normal people, but she is far behind Ms. Druid.

Well, the druid lady didn't fit people's impression of elves at all. Her hair was messy and draped over her shoulders. Although she smelled good, she smelled of alcohol. Her clothes were casual and shabby, and she often drank a lot. The amount of alcohol she drank would take a normal person to heaven.

The regular customers in the tavern are dwarves. These sturdy little guys are born with a good drinking capacity. So far, except for the druid lady, this group of guys has never lost to anyone who is known to have a good drinking capacity.

～Miss Brave’s One-Day Trip to the Demon King’s Castle～

Zephyr can hang out one day a week most of the time.

However, due to my own wishes, I seldom went shopping that day. Even when I was not with Miss Demon King, I would still stay in the library.

This time, perhaps because Miss Demon King had been fed up with having to pull the lost Fran out of some unknown alley in the Demon King's City, she almost gave a death order to let Xifeng tour the Demon King's City. In fact, Miss Demon King wanted to be a guide herself, but she didn't have time, so she could only ask the Druid lady who happened to be free.

Fran has a very high liking for Ms. Druid. Of course, she is wholeheartedly pursuing Miss Demon King. This high liking is probably because Ms. Druid's old and unruly nature and her unscrupulousness resonate with this former hero without moral integrity.

Ms. Druid always smells of alcohol, and since she carries a scent of plants, many people get drunk when they get close to her—not knocked out, but the alcohol is too strong and smells really good, so they can't help but get tipsy. Because of this, Ms. Demon King stays a little away from Ms. Druid most of the time.

Ms. Druid did not intend to give Fran any guidance or advice. Miss Demon King was a completely cold person, not the so-called cold on the outside and warm on the inside, but because of this, if someone really had a place in her heart, then the thick ice outside would not be shaken or collapsed by anything, and it was more obvious that Fran was already a person in the wall.

She never understood why the Demon King was unwilling to look at her directly. Was that white-haired girl so captivating?

It was not until she was drunk that the Druid revealed a secret

"The Demon King is searching for the ancient bloodline, trying to find the way to Astra. That white-haired girl... is the source of the bloodline's liberation. But, but, Astra is just a legend. There are no real relics left in the first two eras."

Astra, Astra again.

What secrets are hidden in that novice village?

So what era is the game background that I am in now? Humans have already found the place called Astra.

Qin Fangyue couldn't help but feel anxious looking at everything in front of her. This task could not be interrupted and the content could not be shared, so she could only continue watching helplessly.

Chapter 39: Dream of Ice and Snow

half year ago.

There is not a single living person among the defenders of the Demon King's City; they are all puppets that are controlled or walk autonomously.

Besides being amazed at how rich the Demon King's City was, Fran also felt a little strange in her not-so-bright mind.

But she didn't think much about it and almost crushed her way to the castle.

The first floor of the castle was just a simple hall. It was large and empty, and there was nothing else there. Miss Demon King was standing there at the time. Her tall and thin figure could barely hold up her clothes. Her hand holding the long sword was so slender that she could wear a tattered robe. She held a long sword in her hand, and her face showed no joy or sadness, or to put it more vulgarly, it was as cold as ice.

Blood gathered in her palm, and the light around her seemed to be swallowed up.

But at that time, Miss Demon King just forgot what to say.

She is so beautiful, Fran thought, and suddenly she didn't want to fight anymore. In fact, there seemed to be no friction between the Demon King's Castle and the Royal Castle. The hero had to defeat the Demon King just because of this iron rule. It seems that it would be good if it was like this?

The subsequent battle was no surprise. Fran, who had no intention of fighting, lost the famous Sword of the Brave in less than three rounds, and naturally became a prisoner.

By the way, the food in the Demon King’s Castle is delicious.

I don’t know if it was because of cooperation or because she wanted to win over the Demon King, or maybe it was because of the magician lady, but Fran slipped over to the Demon King lady after just a few days.

The Demon Lady said, "My spoils of war must be kept by me."

This kind of talk always sounds normal, but for some reason Fran's face suddenly turned red and the magician lady kept trying to hold back her laughter.

Fran is actually a little strange.

There have been heroes who were turned against the enemy or surrendered in history, but she is the only one who has not lost the blessing under such circumstances, and she is the only one who can wield the legendary sword of the hero.

In other words, no matter how familiar she is with the people in Demon King's City, to the point that the skeleton man at Erdaokou gives her a 20% discount when selling skewers, she is still an unquestionable hero.

The magician lady refers to it as "because your 'betrayal' is pure and flawless", but Fran always feels that she is kidding.

You can't always believe everything the nightmare says.

But then again, Fran didn't care about betrayal or not.

At some points, Fran, who was almost dreamless, began to dream.

There are slight differences in the contents of the dreams, but there are only two possible outcomes: the hero defeats the devil and returns to the royal city with the devil's head in joy, or the hero's body is hung high and the devil conquers everything.

Some of the faces of the heroes and demon kings in the dreams were from previous or earlier generations, while some were not recorded at all, and one could only vaguely see similar faces in the sloppy drawings in some unofficial history books.

And now, she finally felt that something was completely wrong.

The Demon Lady was fast asleep on the bed, and the sealed sword of the brave was somehow in her hands.

Fran let go of the sword in a daze, and it fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The dream finally ended.

But what a coincidence, after this dream, the devil king actually fell ill.

Can vampires get sick?

Miss Demon is sick.

Although this is not common, it is not surprising. Miss Demon King is only a human being, and her physical fitness can even be said to be relatively poor. Despite this, she is usually quite strong-willed. High-intensity work will wear people down, even the Demon King.

After examining her, the druid concluded: it was no big deal, no need for treatment. This was a good opportunity to let the girl know that she could be bad too.

So now Miss Demon King can temporarily "sleep"

Her head was dizzy, she couldn't read, and she didn't have the strength to practice with Xifeng. The Demon Lady, who had been working non-stop for a long time, suddenly didn't know what she should do.

However, what made her feel a little relieved was that Xifeng was still by her side as always, and had no intention of taking advantage of her situation.

Fran was in a dilemma. On the one hand, she was indeed distressed and worried about the Demon Lady, but on the other hand, it was rare to see the Demon Lady with a flushed face and weak. Of course, she was weak, but Xifeng had no doubt that she could still split the bed in half with her bare hands.

By the way, although Fran is not a doctor, she is a (former) hero who has to deal with various situations, so she has some understanding of this situation.

So when the devil chef still made a plate full of red oil and sauce at this time, Fran got angry for the first time in a long time, and even the usually tough druid lady was defeated by her anger.

At this time, most people remembered: this guy who obeyed the Demon King in everything was a brave man, and a brave man who had traveled all the way from the Royal City to the Demon King's City. Even if he was indeed no match for the Demon King's lady, she was still a person of extraordinary strength.

The result was that when the dizzy Demon Lady went to check because of the loud noise, the kitchen was almost half demolished, and Fran was sitting next to a small stove made of stones, covered in dust, concentrating on cooking a small bowl of porridge.

For the first time, Miss Demon felt that nothing could taste better than that.

"Dreams are a reflection of the power of the mind. Your dreams have affected her. You know exactly where the problem lies."

The great magician gave Fran such an answer, which made her feel uneasy.

"so what should I do?"

"It's simple. Just enter her dream and wake her up."

With this thought in mind, Fran entered the devil's dream with the help of the great magician.

Snowfields and bitter cold

When the last bit of campfire went out, the first ray of morning sunlight burst out from the other side of the snowfield.

The delicate mechanical pocket watch made a "ding-ding" sound on time, and then was ruthlessly interrupted by a hand when it tried to make a third "ding-".

The girl tried to tighten the quilt around her, but the cold seemed unwilling to leave her. Taking a deep breath of the cold air, the girl reluctantly sat up and quickly wrapped herself in the coat folded beside her.

A black bear that had just fallen was lying next to her, and she was holding the shotgun in her arms.

Although the coat was lined with soft lambskin, after being left out overnight, the cold air had completely penetrated every fiber of the garment. When the coat could keep her out of the cold, the girl began to get busy.

First, he rekindled the extinguished campfire, then placed two copper kettles on the campfire - one filled with iced milk and the other with white snow brought in from outside, and then packed the bedding and a makeshift tent made of some animal's fur into the suitcase he carried with him.

Although these things are obviously much larger than a small suitcase, for a suitcase engraved with space runes, it can easily accommodate items that are three or four times larger than its size.